Wu Xing's First Martial Soul

The news of the duel between Yu Tianheng and Wu Xing on the arena stage spread throughout the Heaven Dou Royal Academy as if it had grown wings.

It was Yu Tianheng who had intentionally let the word spread.

He wanted to make Wu Xing lose face in front of all the teachers and students, and let Dugu Yan see clearly who was truly worthy of her trust.

He had that much confidence.

He was twenty years old this year, a level 39 Soul Elder, possessed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul, and was the captain of the Heaven Dou Royal Team.

What was Wu Xing, anyway? Just some guy who popped up out of nowhere, whose name had no connection to the Upper Three Sects or the Martial Soul Hall—what could he possibly use to fight him?

Dugu Yan knew Yu Tianheng was pulling strings behind the scenes and nearly laughed out loud.

Did this guy really think he could beat the Group Leader?

He would be crying soon enough.

Ye Lingling did not know Wu Xing's background, and seeing the arena surrounded by a dense crowd of students, she couldn't help but ask, "Yanyan, aren't you worried at all?"

"Worried about what?"

"Worried that Brother Wu Xing won't be able to beat Yu Tianheng?"

Dugu Yan smiled, a particularly radiant smile, and the look she cast toward Yu Tianheng even carried a hint of pity.

"Lingling, don't you worry. Forget about just one Yu Tianheng; even if all of them went up there together, plus the two of us, we wouldn't be a match for Brother Wu Xing."

Ye Lingling's heart gave a jolt.

The way she looked at Wu Xing changed.

Was he really that powerful?

Yanyan said that even if all the core disciples went up together, it wouldn't be enough?

Wouldn't that mean he was at least a Soul King?

A Soul King at such a young age—no wonder Yanyan had fallen for him.

"Is he a Soul King?" Ye Lingling couldn't help but ask.

Dugu Yan shook her head: "No, he was still a level 39 Soul Elder a few days ago. I don't know if he's had a breakthrough in the last two days."

"A level 39 Soul Elder?"

Ye Lingling was stunned.

A level 39 Soul Elder—how could you say something that sounded like he had the aura of a Soul King?

Reaching level 39 at this age was certainly considered a genius, but to claim he could defeat the entire team—who gave you that kind of courage?

Could this be the legendary "love makes you stupid for three years"?

At the same time, Wu Xing and Yu Tianheng walked onto the arena stage together.

The two stood still, separated by several dozen meters.

Just as Yu Tianheng was about to open his mouth to spout some harsh words, Wu Xing spoke first.

"Are you not going to let them all come up together?"

His tone was flat, as if he were asking if he had eaten yet.

The words Yu Tianheng had on the tip of his tongue were forced back down his throat.

He froze for two seconds, his face flushing a deep red.

Who was this guy looking down on?

"Holy crap, who is this guy? So arrogant? He dares to look down on Senior Yu Tianheng?"

The students below the stage erupted.

"I think his name is Wu Xing. He just arrived today and has an unusual relationship with Senior Dugu Yan."

"He's acting so cocky, could he be a Soul King?"

"No, I went to the Academic Affairs Office this afternoon and heard a teacher say he's only level 39."

"He's only level 39 and he dares to be this arrogant?"

"Can't a level 39 be arrogant? May I ask what level you are?"

"Twenty-eight..."

In the crowd, a young man wearing magnificent brocade robes was surrounded by a group of students.

It was the most famous playboy of the Heaven Dou Academy, Xue Beng.

When he heard Wu Xing's words, he was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened.

Since when did such a badass character appear in the Heaven Dou Royal Academy? Did he get his permission?

Even he didn't dare speak to Yu Tianheng like that; what right did this guy have?

"Fine, very well. Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish."

Yu Tianheng had originally been a bit cautious, fearing that Wu Xing might actually have some hidden trump card, but now, hearing the talk from below that he was only level 39—the same as himself—he immediately felt like he had been played.

Disgraceful, truly disgraceful.

He let out a furious roar, his soul power erupting from within as he released his martial soul.

A phantom of a giant dragon wreathed in lightning coiled behind him, and three soul rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—rose from beneath his feet.

The lightning dragon phantom let out a heaven-shaking roar that echoed throughout the arena, its cold gaze locked firmly onto Wu Xing opposite him.

Wu Xing did not hold back either.

Finish it early, end it quickly.

He also released his first martial soul.

As his soul power surged, three soul rings—yellow, purple, and black—rose from beneath his feet.

"Yellow, purple, black! Heavens!"

"His second soul ring is already a thousand-year one? No wonder he's so arrogant!"

"What's a thousand-year ring? Look at his third soul ring—ten thousand years! That's even more exaggerated than Senior Dugu's ten-thousand-year fourth ring!"

"Could he have grown up eating Whale Rubber?"

"It's possible. No, I have to tell my parents to go buy Whale Rubber immediately. I don't even need ten thousand years, five thousand would be fine!"

The crowd below erupted.

But having seen Dugu Yan earlier, it wasn't quite as shocking.

Yu Tianheng's face turned livid.

He had not expected Wu Xing's soul ring configuration to be so much higher than his own.

Dammit, another lucky brat who relied on Whale Rubber.

If he had consumed it since childhood, he would never be inferior to the other party.

He thought this to himself, but he did not say it aloud.

Although his soul rings were inferior, he believed his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul was enough to crush the opponent.

"Third soul skill, Thunder Fury!"

His third soul ring shone brilliantly, and Yu Tianheng's entire body was enveloped in lightning, entering a berserk state.

He kicked off the ground, transforming into a bolt of lightning as he charged straight at Wu Xing.

His speed was astonishing.

The audience below held their breath.

Just as Yu Tianheng charged over, Wu Xing's first soul ring lit up.

He slowly extended his right hand, reaching toward the center of the soul ring.

His fingertips passed through the ring as if moving through a layer of black water, and half of his arm vanished from everyone's sight.

The students below all widened their eyes.

What was happening?

Weren't soul rings hollow?

Why did his hand show such an anomaly when passing through it?

Before the crowd could react, Wu Xing's arm began to slowly withdraw.

Bit by bit.

It emerged from the black ripples.

Until his palm was completely free, a weapon gleaming with a cold, black metallic luster appeared in his hand.

It was a weapon no one had ever seen before.

It was not a blade, not a sword, nor was it any known Soul Tool.

It lay quietly in Wu Xing's palm, pitch-black and shimmering with a cold light.

"What is that?"

"Is it a martial soul? Or a soul skill?"

"Never seen it."

"I've never even heard of such a thing."

The crowd below whispered in confusion, but not a single person could identify what it was.

Yu Tianheng saw it too.

His heart skipped a beat, but the arrow was already on the string; he could not stop now.

Whatever demons or monsters it might be, in front of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, they were all trash.

He gritted his teeth, channeled all his soul power, and drove his Thunder Dragon Claw straight toward Wu Xing's chest.

This strike was enough to tear through steel.

Wu Xing stood where he was, motionless.

The students below the stage began to panic.

"Is he scared stupid?"

"Must be."

"He was so arrogant just a moment ago, turns out he's all talk?"

Dugu Yan stood below the stage, a smile playing on her lips.

She wasn't worried in the slightest.

She knew exactly what was about to happen.

Wu Xing raised his hand, the muzzle aimed at the charging Yu Tianheng.

Everyone assumed he was about to unleash some powerful soul skill.

Yet, nothing happened.

There was no soul power fluctuation.

No soul rings flickered.

He simply pulled the trigger.

"Bang—"

A dull thud echoed out.

It wasn't loud; in fact, it was rather muffled.

But that very sound caused the entire arena to fall silent.

A black shadow shot from the muzzle, moving at a speed the naked eye could barely track.

The air was torn asunder, and a shockwave exploded outward.

That black shadow struck Yu Tianheng's Thunder Dragon Claw with pinpoint precision.

"Boom!"

Lightning splattered in all directions.

The dragon claw, capable of tearing through steel, crumbled instantly before the black shadow as if it were made of paper.

The lightning dissipated, and the dragon claw shattered.

The black shadow, its momentum undiminished, continued forward.

"Puchi—"

The sound of flesh tearing echoed.

Yu Tianheng's right arm was pierced through, and blood sprayed into the air.

His body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, tossed back by the immense impact, spinning several times in the air before crashing heavily onto the ground.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Not a single person spoke.

Everyone stared at Yu Tianheng lying on the ground, then back at the black weapon in Wu Xing's hand.

One move.

It took only one move.

Level thirty-nine against level thirty-nine, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon against an unknown martial soul.

One stood, one lay.

The gap was visible to the naked eye.

"Hiss—"

Someone gasped, and soon the entire arena was filled with the sound of sharp intakes of breath.

"What is that thing? The power is terrifying!"

"The Thunder Dragon Claw was shattered directly? That's a soul skill of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!"

"That has to be at least the power of a Soul King, right?"

"No, isn't he level thirty-nine?"

"Level thirty-nine unleashing that kind of power? Do you believe that?"

The crowd below the stage erupted.

Dugu Yan smiled and said to Ye Lingling, "See? What did I tell you?"

Ye Lingling's mouth hung open, unable to close it for a long time.

The way she looked at Wu Xing had completely changed.

That was no Soul King.

That was a monster capable of insta-killing a genius of the same rank at only level thirty-nine.

Beside Ye Lingling, several core disciples rushed onto the arena stage to help Yu Tianheng up.

A bloody hole had been pierced through Yu Tianheng's right arm, his face turning pale from the pain.

He gritted his teeth, looking at Wu Xing with a complex expression in his eyes.

There was anger, there was unwillingness, but more than anything, there was disbelief.

He, the dignified heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, had been insta-killed in one move by a nobody.

And it had happened in front of a crowd.

And he had been the one to initiate the challenge.

He had lost all face.

But what made him feel even worse was that he didn't even know what the other party had used.

Ye Lingling snapped back to reality, hurried onto the stage, and released her Nine Heart Begonia martial soul to begin healing Yu Tianheng.

The wound healed rapidly, but Yu Tianheng's face remained deathly pale.

It wasn't because of blood loss.

It was because of his pride.

He pushed away the core disciples supporting him and walked up to Wu Xing.

Everyone thought he was about to spout some harsh threats.

But Yu Tianheng simply lowered his head and said, "I lost."

Then he turned and walked away.

No extra words.

A loss was a loss; being stubborn would only make him look more pathetic.

Wu Xing watched his retreating figure without saying a word.

He looked down at the handgun in his hand, stunned for a moment himself.

Such power?

He knew that firearms would be strong in the Douluo World, but he hadn't expected them to be this strong.

One shot, same rank, insta-kill.

Xue Beng stood below the stage, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

The lackeys beside him were so scared their legs had gone weak.

"Yo... Your Highness, should we still..."

"Should your head!"

Xue Beng slapped the man on the back of the head.

"Didn't you see that even Yu Tianheng got insta-killed? Do you want me to go up there and take a bullet?"

The lackey shrank his neck, not daring to speak again.

Xue Beng swallowed hard, glanced at the black weapon in Wu Xing's hand on the stage, and quietly backed away a few steps.

Can't afford to offend him, definitely can't.

If you can't beat them, join them.

Finding an opportunity to get on this guy's good side was the right path.

As Yu Tianheng left the scene, the observing students began to disperse one after another.

But the name Wu Xing had already spread throughout the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Insta-killing the heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon in one move.

A soul ring configuration of Yellow, Purple, and Black.

That unknown black weapon in his hand.

Each one was a topic of conversation.

Each one was something people loved to discuss.

Dugu Yan pulled Ye Lingling onto the stage and grabbed Wu Xing's arm.

"Brother Wu Xing, you're too amazing!"

Ye Lingling stood to the side, looking at Wu Xing, her face slightly flushed.

She finally understood why Dugu Yan was so excited.

And she finally understood just how stupid she had been to refuse that invitation back then.

Wu Xing put the gun away, glanced in the direction Yu Tianheng had left, and shook his head.

Too weak.

It didn't even count as a warm-up.

He turned to look at Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, smiling.

"Let's go, let's head back."